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It was Christmas Eve, of all nights in the year, 
And old Schneider Von Groot, who was full of good cheer, 
Was seeking his home, like a jolly old elf, 
And was singing a drinking song all to himself, 
Of the glories of beer, and of schapps, and of wine, — 
Of the draught that makes mortal clay feel so divine,— 
Of the drink that drowns sorrow, misfortune and care — 
Before which life's ills vanish into thin air. 
He sat down by the wayside ; his pipe he pulled out ; 
And he filled it, and lit it, and giving a shout, 
He lay back on the bank as he puffed away care — 
For he felt not the chill of the frosty night air ; 
But gently and peacefully sank into rest. 
And enjoyed for the time the sweet sleep of the blest. 
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He was soon into dreamland, and the first thing he saw 

Was a queer little elf with a book of the law. 

The page it lay open, and what do you think 

Was the law ? It was written that all men should drink. 

Not water or milk, but the strongest of schnapps ; 

Such as Dutchmen for ages have used for night caps. 

The schnapps flowed in rivers. Each man could afford 

Every day in the year to get drunk as a lord. 

The schnapps it cost nothing on land or on sea. 

And says Schneider Von Groot, " it's the country for me. 

" I'll never get sober, but always keep tight, 

And ril drink like a fish from the morning till night." 

And while he was speaking, a little old chap, 
Who looked thea as though he'd just woke from a nap, 
Climbed up on his face and sat down on his nose. 
And two little demons were perched on his toes. 
One got in each ear, and one sat in each eye ; 
And no matter how much he mignt struggle or try. 
They would not shake off, but they stuck fast as glue, 
And then he discovered tne villainous crew 
Were all drunk as pipers, and ready to fight, 
And poor Schneider Von Groot was all trembling with fright 
When the battle began, and he wished himself back 
With the old Burgomaster, Von Gilder Von Schack. 
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The fiends bound him with wythes of the willow and fir ; 
And they tied him so fast that the man couldn't stir. 
So they struggled and fought till the wounded and dead 
On his body lay thick irom his heels to his head, 
And though thousands were slaughtered, the ranks were supplied 
By new thousands who fought for the men who had died. 
And the battle raged hot, till the dark clouds of night 
Brought peace to Von Groot at the close of the fight. 

While Von Groot lay and thought if he ever should see 
Frau Von Groot and the children by old Zuyder Zee, 
A little green imp with a bright, gleaming knife, 
Jumped up on his breast, and he thought that his life 
Was sure come to an end ; but the little green man 
To cut all the wythes that had bound him began ; 
And before he as much as " I thank you " could say. 
The imp cut his stick and then bounded away. 

Von Groot then got up, and when looking around 

Saw the dead that lay scattered about on the ground, 

And he said to himself, " I should just like to know 

The cause of this slaughter." A voice from below 

Cried hoarsely, "' Its schnapps, and the blackness of hell 

*' All its murders, its crimes and its sorrows can tell." 

Then the earth shook beneath him with thunderous raps. 

And a chorus of demons yelled, "schnapps ! murder ! schnapps ! ' 

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While he looked in the sky he saw floating afar 

An angel who sat in a rich golden car, 

And who guided a beautiful butterfly team. 

She was fair as a lily and bright as a dream, 

And she said to Von Schneider, " my friend, take a ride. 

Just jump into my car and sit down by my side. 

There is nobody here, my dear friend, but ourselves. 

And I'll bear you away to the land of the elves." 

As Von Groot obeyed quickly, they rose to the sky, 

And the beautiful car through the air seemed to fly. 

And at last in the distance what should he behold 

But beautiful mountains all crimson and gold — 

Fair fields and rich meadows, where fat gentle kine 

Reposed in the shade of the sheltering vine. 

The fields they were golden with ripe waving wheat, 

And the odor of flowers rich, balmy and sweet, 

Lulled the senses to soft and delicious repose. 

And the sounds of sweet music around them arose. 

He listened and wondered, and then said "perhaps 

There is something to drink here that's better than schnapps.' 

" Oh, yes," said the angel, "come hither with me. 
And a drink that is better than schnapps you shall see. 
It flows from a rock here all limpid and pure, 
And most of life's ills it will certainly cure. 
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It will bring you no sorrow, misfortune or grief. 

Just try it, Von Groot, and it is my belief, 

After testing its virtue, my dear friend, perhaps 

You'll admit there is something much better than schnapps. 



In a goblet of gold the elixer was brought. 

He grasped it and drank it. and certainly thought 

That new life through his nerves and his heart seemed to thrill. 

" Drink, drink," said the angel, " don't fear; drink your fill. 

Behind this elixir there are no mishaps. 

You'll find it. Von Schneider, much better than schnapps." 

There was then a loud clang, and just judge his surprise, 
As Von Groot sat there wondering and rubbing his eyes ; 
And Von said to himself, " now. it really don't seem 
What I've passed through to-night can be only a dream." 
The soft Christmas chimes then rang out loud and clear. 
Like a sweet benediction saying " be of good cheer ; 
Be a man. drink no schnapps, and go home to your wife- 
Stick to water, my hoy. for the rest of your life. 
The little green imps that you saw here last night 
Were all made of schnapps and I hope that the fright 
That they gave you will save you for ever and aye." 
'•Oh, yes," says Von Schneider, " to schnapps now good-bye." 
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He rose from the bank ; he was shivering with cold, 

And he felt like a mummy a thousand years old. 

He thought of Frau Groot and his dear little boys ; 

So he got a big basket of candies and toys, 

And he hurried home quick to his dear little wife. 

She kissed him and hugged him, and said " my dear life, 

Where have you been all night ?" And he said, " Santa-Claus.'" 

She replied, '' say no more, my dear husband, because 

You've been drinking, you know." And he answered, " perhaps 

Just one drink too much, my dear angel, of schnapps. 

*' IVe passed a bad night, and I certainly think 

That schnapps, wife, is not just the best thing to drink. 

It is Christmas day, and at least for one year, 

Or until the next Christmas chimes you shall hear, 

ril drink no more schnapps," On the lips of his wife 

He imprinted a kiss. For the rest of his life 

He was sober and merry, and each Christmas time. 

As he heard the sweet sounds of the holiday chime, 

He remembered his dream, and the terrible fright 

That he got from his schnapps on that Christmas night. 



COPYRIGHTED 1886 BY CHAS. T. BAINBRIDQE'S SONS.